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# A3 t) k4 W. {8 |+ _+ v/ E% jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ a0 S# @# i2 J. FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# N# m: B5 D4 p: z8 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ \% x5 O8 ^; uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* H" F% e: \+ D! T1 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% U$ Y; ^% m, A( ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 l3 a' J1 L6 c" s5 a: ~; {
How you tried to set them free,
1 j) Z! f; G( a# O# vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 a* Y' G( H% P& y# t2 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 o( b) F6 z- F; T. n" J3 f( ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 X# y4 ~/ c1 X: Z* E1 m$ ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . F" h1 C4 ?/ e7 t! X/ o/ q: u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- e: P' n' K, ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & a- M/ @9 C2 S: B) O2 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* h- {" o, M5 `* D* y; X+ IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 z/ E I5 B: b# h( m5 _8 w8 bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! P" Z+ c4 h' o" p6 {4 e/ ?4 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( c, \) [( h& \9 G$ C* a5 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! E2 v5 k6 d* J' C$ _$ j. {2 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 X9 H1 y7 S0 b E$ X+ TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I% v( i5 f8 d, ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( j9 y* z g4 n0 ?$ W! b
How you suffered for you sanity,
. ^$ Q9 y+ ]0 n m# [How you tried to set them free, ' A3 m3 G# J4 _# y" t, r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( P; A" n% K7 Z8 |1 PPerhaps they never will. |
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